Lord of the Oasis-Chapter 709 - The Appearance of the Black Elves

“I didn’t expect the elven soldiers to have such power,” Devitt praised from the bottom of his heart. “General Abel was able to notice the physical status of the soldiers. You are a meticulous person.”

Abel shook his head humbly, he added, “It’s just an innate characteristic of the elves. It can barely play a neutral role on such an occasion. When we reach the vicinity of the volcano, in such an extreme environment, we won’t be able to see any obvious effects from such a trait.”

“You’re too modest,” Devitt said.

At night, the scouts’ team began to find a place to camp on the plains.

With the elven soldiers’ spell, the weeds on the grass ten meters wide were instantly burned into ashes.

The work of building the tent went smoothly. Half an hour later, a satisfactory simple military camp was built on the empty and barren plain.

This time, the scouts’ team had logistics personnel. The group responsible for food was made up of Caradia soldiers and a few elven soldiers who were good at cooking.

Smoke rose from the campsite. The soldiers could finally have their first meal of the day.

“How is it?” Devitt walked to Claremont, who was reading the information while eating.

“Yes. The Dwarf’s information is indeed very detailed.”

Claremont swallowed a mouthful of food and nodded in response.

“Oh, right. I haven’t told Captain Abel about the Guild,” Devitt suddenly remembered something and said.

“I’ve told General Abel about it on the way.”

Claremont held his shoulder and stopped him from getting up.

“I’ve already given the information I’ve read to Captain Abel.”

“That’s good,” Devitt calmed down and said.

After that, Devitt didn’t say anything else to avoid disturbing Claremont’s reading progress.

The two of them ate their dinner quietly.

After dinner, Claremont took the documents back to his tent.

A soldier sat down in Claremont’s tent and walked into the tent with a report. He handed a piece of paper filled with notes to Claremont.

“Captain Claremont, this is the name list for tonight’s shift change,” the soldier reported.

“Okay.” Claremont took the list, carefully checked it, and said, “Thank you.”

After the soldier left, Claremont put away the information on the table, took the list, and walked out of the tent to find Devitt.

The daily reports of the team were usually checked by Claremont. In the end, Claremont personally handed it to Devitt for safekeeping or decision-making.

Claremont walked to the front of Devitt’s tent, only to discover that the lights in the tent had been turned off.

“Where did he go?” Claremont said in puzzlement.

After walking around the vicinity of the camp and asking around. Claremont asked the soldier standing at the entrance of the camp, “Did you see where General Devitt went?”

“We didn’t see Captain Devitt,” one of the soldiers replied without turning his head.

The other soldier also stood in place, not making a sound.

Claremont felt that the atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, and he frowned. He was about to walk up and ask something.

“Captain Claremont! I found Captain Devitt,” a soldier rushed to Claremont’s side and said.

“Where is he?” Claremont took a deep look at the two soldiers standing guard, then turned to ask the soldier beside him.

“Captain Devitt seems to have eaten something bad. When you were looking for him, he was using the toilet. Now he’s resting in the camp,” the soldier said in detail.

“What?” Claremont said in surprise.

The soldier nodded with a complicated expression.

Claremont shook his head helplessly.

“Then I’d better not disturb him.”

Just as he was about to leave, Claremont said hesitantly to the soldier, “Are these two soldiers under your command?”

“Yes. The first half of tonight is the duty of our third group.” The soldier nodded and admitted, “What happened to them, Captain Claremont?”

“Nothing. I just feel that they don’t know who I am. It’s a bit strange,” Claremont said.

“Hey, you two,” the soldier immediately turned to the two soldiers standing at the door and asked loudly, “What’s going on…”

Claremont, who had his back to the two, heard the soldier’s questioning and stopped abruptly. He turned his head and looked back curiously.

He found that the two soldiers who had just answered his question had collapsed to the ground. They seemed to have lost consciousness.

The soldier quickly went forward and squatted down to check. “Hey! Wake up, what’s wrong with you two?”

His fingers touched the unconscious soldier’s skin. The bone-eroding coldness took over the soldier’s senses.

“Ah!”

“What’s wrong?” Claremont was shocked by the scream. He bent down and asked.

A cold and eerie feeling was instantly transmitted from the unconscious soldier’s shoulder.

Claremont quickly withdrew his hand.

“General Claremont! Our soldiers have been attacked by foreign enemies!” the soldier shouted in panic.

This commotion attracted many soldiers who were wandering around to gather around and watch.

The alert message quickly spread throughout the entire military camp.

Even Devitt, who was resting in the tent, was woken up by someone.

The Swadian soldiers held torches and stood neatly at the entrance of the military camp. They waited for the leader’s instructions.

The elven soldiers arrived a step late.

Abel walked through the crowd and arrived in front of Claremont and the fainted soldiers.

After checking the condition of the fainted soldiers, his expression became solemn. “It’s a black elf spell. These two soldiers will probably take a week or so before they return to their normal condition.”

“Black Elves?” Claremont asked, “Are they vagabonds of the Elves?”

“Not really. Although the Black Elves and the Elves have some similarities in some aspects, whether it is in terms of temperament or the type of spell, they can be completely separated,” Abel strongly denied it. “The two races have no relationship.”

“Are the Black Elves’ spells very powerful?” Claremont looked down worriedly at the fainted soldier and asked with concern.

“They are indeed very powerful because the spells they practice are very different from the spells we practice,” Abel said and sighed. “That’s why we are often helpless against the wounds they bring.”

“But I’ve never heard of their names.” Claremont was a little surprised by Abel’s reaction.

“The history of the Black Elves’ rampage ended a few hundred years ago.”

Abel looked at the night sky and sighed.